Masacure Mansion
Chapter 1: Let the Games Begin
The crate had been closed for hours. And the blonde inside was huddled up in a feedle position. She didn't ask for this.
Helicopters were carrying crates over a vast forrest. Their destination? The mansion in the middle of said forrest. There were 26 helicopters in total. One for every person that is in the carried crates.
The helicopters made their final decend until the crates were on the ground. The blonde was inside one the crate that had a huge 17 carved into it. The same number had been carved into her wrist and into her shackles. "Why did I have to be in this thing?"
In each of crates contained one person. In crate number 26 was a boy with brown hair who was sitting, crosslegged. In crate number 8 was a boy with orange hair kneeling and praying for his life. In crate 13 was a girl with the same brown hair as the boy in 26, only this girl was standing and smirking.
"Attention." all the people in the crates heard. The blonde looked up, tears streaming down her face. "You are all here because you have a crime on your head. Be it from being a dangerous mass murderer to being just a petty thief, you are all criminals." The crates opened up and the 26 people saw they were at a mansion. "Now you shall pay the price. The 26 of you shall fight to the death until only one remains. This is both for the amusment of others and for my own amusment. Now, begin." The voice disapeared into thin air.
Everyone who wasn't already standing stood up. The blonde wiped away her tears. The shackles unlocked and everyone ran in seperate directions. The blonde as well as a few other people, consisting of the two brunets and the dude with orange hair, ran towards and into the mansion, completely ignoring the slaughter going on outside.
The blonde ran upstairs and into the first bedroom to the right on the east wing. She closed the door and hid behind the wall. She was panting like a Growlithe. She sighed. "How could I have gotten into this mess?" she asked her self. She immediatly tensed up and shut her mouth when she heard footsteps creaping closer to the room. The door creaked open and a guy with black hair walked in. He turned and looked at her and backed up. "Crap." he said. The blonde backed up until she felt her back hit the wall. "H-hey, aren't you g-going to try to kill me?" the black haired guy asked. "I-I d-don't want to k-kill." the blonde replied. The black haired guy stopped being worried as he came up with a plan. "Hey, what's your name, exactly?" he asked the blonde. "My name is Yellow." the blonde answered. "I'm Gold." the guy said in response. "So, Yellow, I have an Idea. How about we make an alliance?" Yellow stopped being scarred. "Sure, Gold."